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Entering that bunker, walking down those stairs...man, looking back, it was fucking crazy. Spoiler alert: this won’t be the last time I do some crazy-ass shit. The steps were short, steep, and led into what seemed liked complete darkness. The air shifted—cooler, damp, thick with the scent of aged wood and that smell from your grandma's closet. You know with the moth balls, and wha …